Have I grown up ?
Did I make something of my life?
Have I succeeded?
Am I somebody?
Is this an achievement?
I feel I’m still alive and others are dead.
Should I gloat?
I look about at old age and there’s survival.
I see survival everywhere.
There is irony in survival.
Outliving the detractors.
Dancing on graves.
Laughing wickedly.
Running to meet St. Peter.
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